As so often happens, the dream world spilled into reality and I found myself in a half-awakened
state.  I used to revel in my dreams and drown out my daily trials and tribulations in the ecstasy of sleep.
In a world where my own desires were king, and reality’s rules were no longer applicable.  As if going
through a grocery list, I checked with each of my senses to test whether it was okay to leave my dream
state.  I could taste the foul state of my mouth,it was parched and tasted of the vomit I expelled a few
hours before in a drunken stupor.  My eyes were buried in my pillow and I refused to confirm whether it
was mid-morning or still the quiet night.  My whole body ached and was sore in places I had not known
existed. My skull pounded as I strained to hear the outside world.  The heavy, slow beating of my heart
was so loud and rhythmic that I didn’t know she was coming up the stairs until I heard the chime of keys as
she juggled her over-sized key ring.  She always did that, I often wondered whether she really had such a
hard time finding whatever key she was looking for or whether she felt more important, more responsible
because of how many keys she had or maybe was it the cheerful jingling ring they let out.  Somehow I
imagined she reveled in the feeling of importance, the feeling that society had left her with so many places
and people to be guardian over.